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Chapter 21: Walking Away

Blindsided was the word Riley would use to describe the way she felt when she watched Wade walk away from Justin and Heath's tag team match. Confused was another word she would use to describe her feelings as she glanced between the two guys in the ring and the guy she loved. She wanted to follow him, she felt obliged to follow him yet her teammates were in the middle of the ring, fending off the Usos.

"Where are you going?" She called out, her eyes darting between the ring and Wade as he marched up the ramp, abandoning his group.

Her decision was made for her as Justin Gabriel leapt off the edge of the ring, landing on the ground below with a quiet whack. He took off running towards the ramp, Riley immediately mimicking his actions. She was followed by Heath Slater, who had just been pinned by one of the Uso brothers.

Riley took a backseat as Justin grabbed Wade's bicep, spinning him around. Heath soon joined in, Riley standing still as she watched from five feet away. Her heart dropped moments later as Wade pulled away from them and continued to storm off, leaving the three of them clueless as to what was going on.

Tagging behind Justin and Heath, Riley mindlessly made her way back to the Corre locker room where she stripped off her Corre t-shirt and tossed it at the bench next to the rest of her stuff. Wade was hunched over his own stuff at the opposite end of the bench, blatantly ignoring them.

She ran her arms up her bare sides and grabbed a hold of the bottom of her wrestling top, pulling it up and over her head, easily catching the attention of Justin and Heath with her strapless black bra. She tossed her top into her bag and stretched her arms into the air, trying to get the attention of the only guy not looking at her.

After waiting a few more minutes and still not getting his attention, Riley reached down and pulled her boots off slowly before sticking her thumbs between her wrestling shorts and her underwear, slipping them off. She stood there in her black lace underwear and strapless black bra, Justin blushing now as he finally tore his eyes off her, Heath just staring, his mouth wide open. Wade finally turned around and stared at her, a certain sadness in his eyes.

"What are you doing?" He asked, stepping towards her, trying to shield her body from the gaze of Heath Slater.

"Fuck, if I knew this would get your attention I would have stripped in the ring. Why'd you walk away?" She asked right back, clearly pissed off.

"Put a shirt on." He said in a low tone.

"Or what, are you going to walk away from me again?"

"That was scripted." He admitted in a whisper.

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes at him before turning away.

She tuned out the banter between the three guys now as she pulled on her normal t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Riley stood in front of her bag in her bare feet, glancing back at the bickering trio, Wade stealing glances at her when he could. She reached into her bag and wrapped each hand around a shoe before pulling out her black stilettos, dropping them to the floor. She glanced back at them once more time, catching Wade's eye, before shoving her feet into her shoes, grabbing her bag and sauntering across the locker room.

"Don't fucking walk away from me again." Riley growled as she opened the door.

Wade stared at the door as she disappeared into the hallway. Ever since he had known Riley, he had never experienced her in a mood like that. Concern flooded his body. Perhaps he shouldn't have walked away from her, but Vince had told him that the Corre was nearing the end and he had to walk away from them, from what he created.

Maybe if Riley knew the real reason why the Corre was splitting up, maybe if she knew that he had convinced Vince to get rid of Heath and Justin in his storyline and include Riley, just Riley, no one else except Riley. Wade and Riley, ultimately with the World Heavyweight Championship and the Diva's Championship respectively. That was the goal.

"Next time, could you maybe just tell us?" spat Heath as he grabbed his stuff, without changing, and followed Riley's lead, storming out of the locker room.

"Good luck going solo." Justin hissed as he too wandered out of the locker room.

Wade let out a growl of frustration before turning back to his stuff, digging in his bag for his clothes. Minutes later, decked out in a t-shirt and jeans, Wade stepped into the hall, searching for Riley. He wandered around the corner, no Riley. He kept walking, heading for the parking lot. He pushed the door open and stepped outside, looking for Riley. His feet moved towards the parking spot he remembered parking in. No Riley, no car, no way back to the hotel.

"Oh come on!" He yelled out in frustration, his voice carrying into the cool night air.

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Sitting cross-legged on the floor next to the bed, Riley pulled her pills out of her suitcase in the hotel and held them firmly in her hand. She looked down at them, only about a week and half's worth of pills was left in the bottle and she hadn't been able to figure out what she wanted to do. She had two options: fill the prescription and continue to take her pills or stop taking her pills and go back to being the old Riley.

She tossed the pill bottle back into her suitcase and let out a frustrated groan. She twisted her body and made her way to her feet, grabbing the shirt on the top of her suitcase. She unfolded the Corre t-shirt and spread it out on the bed, staring at it. Suddenly everything was falling apart. Wade walking out on the Corre, Randy being an asshole to her and Wade. It didn't feel like it was worth it to Riley anymore, living in her new world of awareness. She almost missed her state of oblivion.

Her body was more tired than she ever remembered it being. She was tired of losing weight, tired of throwing up every day, tired of hiding it from Wade. It had been happening for a couple weeks now, once a day at least, she'd throw up. She'd know when it was about to happen, her body went cold, sweat formed anywhere it could. She had always managed to make it to the bathroom before heaving up whatever was in her stomach, sometimes nothing but bile coming up.

It was exhausting. Her whole way of life was different. She focused more, she liked that but she didn't like all the weird, annoying stuff that came along with being able to actually pay attention and remain on task.

"Pills, fucking god damn pills!" She screamed, bending down and punching the t-shirt.

She dropped into a squatting position and relaxed her arms straight out onto the bed, gently dropping her forehead to the edge of the mattress, trying her hardest not to cry. The tears built up in her eyes like the tension built up in her body. She felt the hot tears roll over her cheeks, watching as they fell to the carpet below, making tiny, dark circles right below her face.

Riley squeezed her eyes shut as tight as she could, taking deep, relaxing breaths as she calmed herself down enough for the tears to stay welled up in her eyes, not flowing over her cheeks. She grabbed the edge of the mattress through the comforter and leaned back, feeling the muscles stretch a little bit. She stayed leaned back for a minute, enjoying the feeling in her back as she stretched. Pulling herself forward, Riley popped back up to her feet, standing over the bed, her tear-filled eyes glaring at the t-shirt.

"Fucking Corre." She muttered.

It seemed like the easiest way out. Blame the one thing that played a large role in her life now that wasn't around when she was ignorantly in a state of bliss. Her fingers curled around the sides of the shirt as she lifted it up to her shrinking chest and held it there, waiting for her mind to come to a decision.

The shirt floated to the ground as Riley let go of it, gasping at the sound of the lock clicking. She took a step away from the shirt on the floor before spinning around, the hotel room door opening, Wade stepping inside.

Riley set her hands on her hips and stared at him. He gently shut the door behind him, throwing the lock across, knowing she preferred it that way. He leaned against the door and stared back at her.

"You bloody well left without me." He stated, frustration lacing his tone.

"I did." She agreed, nodding her head solemnly, blinking back the tears now.

"Vince wanted-"

"I don't give a damn what Vince wants! What do you want Wade? Huh? Do you want me? Do you want to be with me or was you walking away from the Corre the start of something more real?" She cut him off. Her own tone was filled with venom.

"Hold on now!

"To what Wade because you're crushing my dreams here. I can't really hang on to those if you keep stomping on them!"

"Come on Riley. You're getting a push, what's it matter to you whether the Corre splits up?"

"Maybe I actually liked what was happening!"

"You were fine before it, you'll be fine after it. It wasn't going to bloody well last forever now was it?"

"I wasn't fine before it." She mumbled in response, staying rather quiet, rather calm now. Her anger died off, she was more sad than anything now. She didn't want the Corre to be over. She didn't want it end.

"Is that what this is about?" Wade asked, his voice calm now too.

She tensed up as he closed the gap between them and enveloped her in a gentle hug. He ran his hands up and down her back, feeling her body loosen ever so slightly.

"I miss John." She confessed, kissing his neck.

"I know."

"And I don't know how to deal with that."

"We can figure something out." He suggested.

"I don't know. Maybe I should just go back to Raw. You know, go back to John, get away from Randy for a bit."

"What about me?"

"Come with me. I managed to get into the Corre, maybe I can pull some more strings and get you back on Raw with me."

"Riley I don't want to go back to Raw."

"I don't know what to do." She said, dropping her gaze to the floor.

"You can talk to me."

"Yeah." She breathed out.

He leaned his head down and placed a quick kiss on the top of her head, trying to make her feel better. He was starting to regret a lot of things. Her being in the Corre was a big one. She was much more relaxed with him before joining the group, not snapping at him, or anyone for that matter. She was definitely fuller, healthier before joining the Corre, her body seemed to be deteriorating, shrinking to nothing. He could almost feel her ribs when he touched her sides, her breasts getting smaller in front of his eyes.

"You do what you think is best for you. We can make it work no matter what." He said quietly.

"I want my boobs back." She laughed now. Wade pulled away from her and stared at her. She was actually laughing, behind all the tears and sadness she was laughing.

"Well I'll help you find them." He laughed along with her, not knowing when her next mood swing would be.

"I'm sorry I left you at the arena." She stated, her laughing stopping just as quickly as it started.

"I'm sorry I left you during the match."

"It's okay. You're still doing a better job at being my boyfriend than Randy." She shrugged, meaning the statement as sincerely as she could.

"Right." He replied, not quite taking it as she meant it.

"Come on, I'm tired."

He moved his arms away and took hold of her hand, stepping around the bed and pulling the covers back for her. She hopped into the bed and rolled over so that her back was facing him. He climbed in after her and wrapped his arm around her waist, kissing the back of her head as he waited for her to drift off to sleep.

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